This place kind of sucks, but at least there isn't a typhoon warning every couple of hours.
[ There's a loud sigh, and the drumming of fingers against a wooden surface. He's just killing time, thinking of something to talk about. ]
I was a bartender before being dragged here against my will. Does anyone need that kind of a thing? [ A laugh, and dryly; ] I just don't really fancy working for any of the locals.
Alternatively; I'm broke, and I really want a goddamn drink.
Help a guy out. I'll even mix it myself.
filtered to Altaïr;
[ Just the slightest bit of a pause. Even though he this was the only reason he wanted to make any kind of post to the network at all, it's still really fucking weird contacting your ancient Ancestor.
But yeah, he gets over it. ]
-- I'm starting to think it might not be here.
Have you found anything?
[ OOC: Just as a note Desmond ~*~Michael~*~ probably spent the last couple of days running around rooftops a lot, and while he's pretty damn capable of doing this in secret, it's entirely possible that people may have seen him slipping off from the crowd on the streets, or caught glimpses of some kind of movement up there.
He was hunting Templar artefacts!!! Be vewwy vewwy quiet. :| ]